“The key axis-moment in DC punk history is the Cramps show at Hall of Nations in 1979. Though it’s hard to believe the ultra-serious straight edge and emo scenes would be born from a band as joyous and goofy as the Cramps, the fact is, like the famed Ramones show that inspired every important British punker, this concert was attended by future members of Minor Threat, Rights of Spring and many other significant DC bands. And it was at that show that Bad Brains handed out flyers for their debut show in the Hudson basement”
- James Porter and Jake Austen
Photo credit: Bad Brains at Esther’s Pool in Austin, taken by Bill Daniel from “Western Round Up”
I have a chihuahua, a DirecTV remote, and Peter Burke. Good to go.
Well…. I have dental floss, a bottle of lotion, and whoever that guy is who hosts Top Chef Masters.
I’ve got a glass of club soda and a wireless Mac keyboard, but my companion is Dr. Richard Kimble, so I might just get through this!
I have scissors, nail polish remover, and Agent Coulson. I’m good.
I have a Phillips head screwdriver and a lavender scented candle but I watched RED 2 last night so Frank Moses and I are gonna be fine!!!
I have a restaurant chair, a fork and Tim Lincecum (we watched the no no, so he definitely counts the star). I’d say I’m pretty fucked.
I have my car keys, a water bottle, and the con man/stage magician from the Oz movie the other day — I think we’ve got a good chance!
Laptop, car keys, and Stacker Pentecost (okay, ensemble cast, but he’s MY main character). We got this.
sofa cushion and a box of wheat thins, but also Melinda May (or maybe Coulson if you’re pedantic about screen time but MELINDA MAY), so I think I’ll be okay.
A water bottle, Lucy, and Klaus.
…both Lucy and Klaus would leave me to die. No, Klaus would wait around to watch.
Capri sun, a heavy ceramic and copper music box, and Chuck Bartowski.
Eh, I think we’ll be cool.
Foundation brush to my left, knife to my right, and Tommy Oliver is my last friend.
He still got his morphin ability.
We on the Tiger Zord.
A flat-packed wardrobe still in the box, and a chair. I guess I’m kind of completely out of luck, aren’t I? Oh, but who’s my only surviving friend? He is immortal, born in the highlands of Scotland four hundred years ago. He is not alone. There are others like him, some good, some evil. For centuries he has battled the forces of Darkness, with holy ground his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his head and with it, his power. In the end, there can be only one. He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.
[PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE PLAYS]
I’ve got a jug of wine, a pen, and the Doctor.
Those zombies better run.
Secondary Weapon=Lamy Fountain Pen
Only Surviving Friend=Olivia Pope
I think I’m good.
Lou Reed - Perfect Day
Wilco is one of those bands I was saving for when I grew ‘old’ b/c they’re a little too straightforward for my tastes. Now that I am an old, I occasionally give them a listen, but still can’t commit.
I prefer dissonance, complex time signatures, and changes in meter. Thought maybe I’d grow out of that stuff but turns out I didn’t. Wish I knew someone who has classical down and could point me in the direction of some challenging, experimental compositions.
Try Shostakovich, Bartok, Gorecki, Rachamaninoff. I don’t have classical down at all, but I do enjoy these guys.